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Aham Brahmasmi

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Chetu’s introduction to the metaphysical and the possibility of Self-realization has begun quite early. Or should I say rather early. This weekend, his father came up to me with a twinkle in his eyes after having given the little lad his bath.

Father : You know I have introduced Chetu to the concept of the Self. I have told him that at the core, he is God himself.

Mother : Okayy…

Chetu (shouts in the background) : I am God, I am God.

Cut to playtime. Chetu is messing around with his friend Pranav, a sweet little boy of the same age (almost 5).

Chetu : Pranav, you know you are not a human being.

Pranav : Eh?

Chetu : Yeah you are not a human being, you are God. I am also God.

Pranav : Give me your cycle.

Mother : Mmmfmf…

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Written by Kanchana

January 2, 2012 at 9:02 am

Posted in Chikoo, Humor, Metaphysical

Quote Unquote

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The metaphysical saying :

But what minutes!  Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.

– Benjamin Disraeli

The utterly physical saying :

How long a minute is, depends on which side of the bathroom door you’re on.

– Zall’s Second Law

Written by Kanchana

October 1, 2009 at 1:47 pm

Posted in Metaphysical, Quotes

Folk Newsletter

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puri-jagannath

This beautiful painting of Lord Jagannath came to me from “Folk”, the fortnightly newsletter by ISKCON, Bangalore. I am a subscriber of “Folk” since a year now, and there hasn’t been a single instance when it has failed to show up in my inbox, goading me to think of Krishna, even if it only results in a paltry few minutes being “spared” from my schedule every two weeks.

Written by Kanchana

June 19, 2009 at 12:03 pm

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Who Am I

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A beautiful poem by Sri Aurobindo on the nature of the Self :

I have thrown me from the whirling dance of mind
And stand now in the spirit’s silence free,
Timeless and deathless beyond creature-kind,
The centre of my own eternity.

I have escaped and the small is dead;
I am immortal, alone, ineffable;
I have gone out from the universe I made,
And have grown nameless and immeasurable.

My mind is hushed in a wide and endless light,
My heart a solitude of delight and peace,
My sense unsnared by touch and sound and sight,
My body a point in white infinities.

I am the one Being’s sole immobile Bliss:
No one I am, I who am all that is.

Written by Kanchana

February 14, 2009 at 12:03 pm

Posted in Metaphysical

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